Wild thing
Robert francisWindshield wipers in my reflection
Two dead cats on the side of the road
Alone together, in stormy weather
One hawk's perched on a burnt down fence
Like sch a Wild, Wild Thing
To be alone is to know you're alive
Like a Wild, Wild thing
I fell in love with an amsterdam girl
Her clay eyes were painted with a marble swirl
Looking at them, the world would unfurl
Into stormy weahter, alone together
As I watched her tip toe cross a silent room
Like such a Wild, Wild Thing
To be alone is to know you're alive
Like a Wild, Wild thing
Black oil in a souther gulf
My baby's eyes are like the bakc of a wolf
I recommend I get to know myself
And the world at large, who's in charge
I'm not a monster if I'm chasing my dreams
Like such a Wild, Wild Thing
To be alone is to know you're alive
Like a Wild, Wild thing
Smoking cigarettes, pumping gasoline
Like such a Wild, Wild Thing
To be alone is to know you're alive
Like a Wild, Wild thing